Sorry about the wait! Life likes to screw with people, and I guess these past few months have been our turn ಥ_ಥ

But! Without further ado! Here's the next chapter!


By the time Noah had finished with his own internal revelation, he noticed that Stiles was still frowning down at the old book in his lap.

"What's wrong son?" He asked carefully.

The Sheriff was very curious about the conversation that had been going on, but he had to remember that they still had missing teens to find, and Stiles seemed to think something in those books might help, and anytime his son frowned like that? It usually meant something wasn't quite right.

The exhausted teen sighed, roughly scrubbing his hand across his face.

"This is the fourteenth book I've looked through, and while the information is helpful, I know I'm missing something, but for the life of Peter I can't seem to figure it out!" He growls in frustration.

All the adults paused at this.

Stiles had read through fourteen of those old books?

The books were all very thick in their own right, and should've taken anyone a lot more than a week to read just one, let alone fourteen!

And then, all at once, they remembered how he'd mentioned he hadn't gotten much sleep for what sounded like the whole week...

"Son, what are these books even about?" The Sheriff asked slowly. "Because from what you've said so far, you've been staying up, night and day trying to get through as many of these books as you can, if not all of them, along with the fact that you've been implying that this could help with finding you missing friends."

Stiles huffed softly to himself, saving his page in the heavy book before turning to face his dad.

"They all very in topics, but still hover around the same categories, can't really explain more 'till Derek and Peter get here though, 'cause I am not in the mood to be answering a million questions right now," The teen grumbled, though the last bit seemed to be aimed more towards himself.

"But! To answer your question, yes I've been going through these all week, and yes I've been trying to look through all of them 'cause I've been hoping to find something that'll help me get all my idiots back."He said calmly, as if anything in this situation was normal.

Suddenly they heard the sound of a car pulling to a stop quickly, but before the adults could even begin to question anything, Stiles shot up from his seat with a relieved sigh.

"Finally, you two took forever." He huffed, pulling the door open for the two men who where already on the front porch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, then I guess you'd rather not see all the pictures of the trees I got for you." Peter said with an annoyingly smug smirk.

Stiles groaned.

"I hate that I can't actually hate you. Just go sit down, everyone's in the front room, and Do Not touch any of my papers! I mean it Peter!" He called out as he quickly grabbed himself a bottle of water from the kitchen.

"Don't worry Stiles, I'll keep an eye on him." Derek shouted after the teen.

Stiles could almost hear the older 'Weres pout from the kitchen, and he didn't even have enhanced hearing!

When he re-entered the front room, he found that the Hales still had yet to take a seat, and had just been standing by the entrance, Derek, doing his best to avoid any eye contact with the other adults, and Peter?

Well, Peter seemed to be trying (and succeeding) to make it look like he knew something they didn't, which really wasn't helping his case all that much.

And if Stiles was being honest? He wasn't surprised in the least when Derek almost instantly moved to sit on his right, and Peter on his left as soon as he sat back on the couch, double checking his chaotically organized papers, books and notebooks, already knowing Peter hadn't really messed with anything.

"Alright! You promised me pictures! Now gimme." The whiskey eyed teen demanded, already making grabby hands for the older 'Weres phone.

"Well, I didn't exactly promise them." The man grumbled, even though he already had his phone out of his pocket.

The parents could only watch as the teen snatched the phone out of the man's hand before he could even open it, though it didn't seem to pose all that much of a problem seeing as he quickly unlocked it himself, leaving Peter to make some sort of offended noise, and Derek was giving the boy a look of his own.

(Stiles could tell he thought it was funny but was refusing to show it.)

"How on earth do you know my password?" Peter frowned.

Stiles, for his part, didn't even look up from his search.

"Don't act so surprised Zombiwolf, I know everyone's passwords." He muttered in an almost offended tone.

"You, somehow know my grandmothers maiden name?" He asked with an arched brow, causing all the other adults to pause.

"Peter Alexander Hale, we have known each other for almost three and a half years, you should know me well enough by now to know that I not only know your grandmothers maiden name, but also the names of half your family tree from the last hundred years at this point." Stiles grumbled, while Noah could only laugh at the shocked expressions around the room.

"It's true, he's known every one of my passwords to anything and everything since he was ten. He even knows the codes for the computers up at the station, he'll help out the rookies when they forget them." The Sheriff chuckled.

"It's not my fault you're all predictable." The teen grumbled, though he still never took his eyes off of whatever he'd found on the older Hales phone.

"I'm predictable to you?" Peter asked, turning himself to look at the human more directly, his tone sounding somewhat offended.

Finally, Stiles looked up.

"Yes, Peter, you are vary predictable," Stiles stated.

"You're extremely family oriented, so if you were gonna pick a password you would obviously want to remember, you'd pick a family member, but you wouldn't pick anything too on the nose, and yes, you could've gone with Talias last name from after she married, but from how I've heard you talk about your sister, you always sound kinda mad at her, or at the vary least annoyed, so not really a likely choice. But! You do talk about your mother quite fondly, and you aren't dumb enough to just use Hale, so you'd use her maiden name." Stiles shrugged.

His tone had been casual, as if he'd just finished explaining why people can't fly like birds to a small child, and not psycho-analyzed a grown man's mental state enough to be able to accurately guess his passwords without much trouble.

Before the adults could comment on the...odd and vary incredible observation the teen had made, Derek suddenly busted out into a loud full bellied laugh.

Which of corse quickly knocked the affronted look right off of Peters face, while Stiles just rolled his eyes at the two of them.

"And what, my dear nephew, do you find quite so hilarious about this?" Peter asked, arching his brow.

Derek's first attempt to reply was failed miserably considering all that came out of his mouth was more laughter and somewhat shallow gasping breaths.

But after another three try's, he just barely was able to force out a single sentence.

"Only Stiles."

Before dissolving back into slightly calmer peals of laughter, though this time, his uncle joined him.

Because it was true.

And all the two 'wolves could do was laugh at the absurdity of the situation, of their human who never could see his own worth. Could never manage to realize just how absolutely lost they would all be without him.

And even though Peter has accepted that Stiles has chosen to remain human...he still can't help but think he'd make a beautiful 'wolf.


There! Sorry this took so long :( we recently lost one of our dogs and it's been really hitting us hard.

She was the best girl and I will miss her forever.

But hopefully I'll be able to post more often.